“Can I touch it…” There was a slight pudge but you couldn’t tell she was pregnant. I didn’t know what to expect when I reached to touch it.
“You won’t feel anything, it’s too early, but you know you can touch it.” She raised her tank top and I placed my hand on her stomach. It was hard, I could feel my fingers tingling. There was no kicking or moving, it was just stillness but I felt something.
She put her hand on top of mine, her forehead on my forehead. “You feel it to?”
I could live here, my hand on her stomach, her scent in my nose. The rain falling outside.
“I can feel it.”
“It’s weird, when I’m upset or stressing I’ll feel him in there moving around. When I’m happy, he’s calm, he’s hungry. I feel like I’m going to be the size of a house sometimes.” She laughed, I loved her laugh, I didn’t move my hand.
This didn’t happen like I thought I would happen, she wasn’t wearing a ring on her finger, we weren’t living together. I knew her, I liked her, maybe I was even falling in love with her. But it wasn’t supposed to be like this. But I wrestled those thoughts out of my head.
“Why do you keep calling the baby a ‘he’?”
She took my hand and kissed it, held it. I followed her to the bedroom, every time I came over she was in a tank top and panties. I almost felt like that was her uniform. Today was purple hanes and a light purple top. She pushed me on the bed and walked into her closet. I couldn’t help but stare at her, it was funny to think she was carrying an actual human being in this little body. Her closet was huge, she disappeared into the back of it. I could hear her but I couldn’t see her.
“I call our baby a ‘he’ because I know how much you want a son. So I’m speaking it into existence. I just want a healthy child, it really doesn’t matter to me but I want you to be happy.”
I stood up and walked to the door of the closet, she was slipping into a pair of jeans. I loved watching her squeeze into clothes, the baby gave her some ass she didn’t have before. I leaned my head on the door.
“Do you think I wouldn’t be happy if it was a girl?” She stopped looking for a shirt and walked over to me, her hands were around my waist.
“I think you would be disappointed, I read your writing, I listen to you talk. I don’t think you would love our daughter any less. As a matter of fact you might love her more because she would look like me.” She smiled and went back to her search.
“You’re right you know, I may have been falling for you before all of this but now I’m positive I love you. Maybe not for the right reasons but I do love you.” She stopped what she was doing and looked away from me. I walked inside the closet and pulled her close to me.
I knew she didn’t want me wanting her just because of this baby, I could understand that. No woman wants to be a costar in a relationship even if the star is her child.
“I’m telling you you’re right because if we had a little girl that looked like you, that had your smile, that touched my heart in a place no one has ever touched my heart. I would kill for that little girl, I would do everything in my power to give her the life I knew she deserves. That’s why having a daughter scares me, because she’ll be a mini version of you. And God knows I think you’re perfect. So stop pouting and put on the rest of your clothes before we’re late.”
She hit me in the chest and kissed me. “I love how soft your lips are and it’s pouring outside, we can always reschedule. There are better things we can do with my pregnant pussy and this stormy afternoon.” I loved how sexy she was, the glow she had but I wasn’t going to miss this.
“You put your hands where I can see them and hurry up and get dressed. We’ll have plenty of time for me to sample the goods in the parking garage of the hospital after we get this ultra sound.”
She rolled her eyes at me and licked her tongue out. “Don’t make promises your nasty self can’t keep.”
I walked out the closet and looked outside, I pulled the ring out of my pocket and wondered if I was doing this because of her or because of who she had inside of her…
Two Hours Later…
“It’s cold and it feels weird.” She was smiling but I could tell she was nervous. I thought she was supposed to be the calm one.
The doctor rubbed the gel on her stomach and placed the thingamajig on her belly. A second later there was a picture on the screen and a booming heartbeat inside of the room. I’d heard a lot of music in my life, a lot of pretty women say a lot of sexy things. But hearing that heart was by the far the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
“The heart beat is strong, everything looks to be progressing nicely. It’s still too early to tell a sex but the baby is healthy!”
Honestly, I didn’t hear anything else she said after that. All I could see was that picture on the screen, all I could hear was the heartbeat in my ears. London was talking and the doctor was talking but my mind was gone. That was my child in there. In a matter of seconds all I wanted was to do the right thing, all I wanted was to be a father and a husband and the man that they could be proud of.
Life was too short to have weekends and every other holiday. She was a good woman and she was carrying my child, we wouldn’t be just making love in that parking lot. We would be consummating a proposal.